Lyrics:
Intro:
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread nigga)
But the money is just a checkpoint
When the dreams ya’ only focus
They want bitches, I want houses
I want bitches in my houses
I want bitches who got
to the church
But even people in the house of God gettin murked
My bitch name candy but don’t think shit sweet
Try to creep up in my house
We do not call
Intro:
*car drives past*
Uh yeah yeah
*gunshots*
got you dog
uh...grrrrrrrrr
uh..arf arf arf..
Chorus:
The heat is on
are yall really ready to fly
when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But
(Too $hort) intro:
Short Dog's in the house
You know it's the same all the way from Oakland to Memphis
Hoe's hella freaky man
But you know
by one
Till we both get up the mountain and just pop like guns
Composure, if I keep it past the two-minute mark
I'ma bang till the sun peaks so you in
Intro:
Lights On in the house - down the street from death
But I'm thankin' God for therapy - ‘cuz pain don't heal itself
Verse:
Lights On in
The familys pain became they strength they fight to search for justice, hey
Aint no prentin, I felt the same for Keith Martin
The music by this legend, turned
my clan
My bitch beast Martin show suntin like pam
Golddig ya thot out the lamb
Don't leave her you took a chance
cll in her guts it's on cam
the party and off to Finesse house
I got this far, so I know I'm gonna hit it soon
When you come to my house, leave your panties in the living room
Go with
[Intro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
Yeah.. no introduction is really needed
But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous playas
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
on a record gunna bounce sell it by the ounce
Sell it by the pound used to be a cocky kid and sell it out my house
Not not now boy I'm all grown up
Get smoked
stick by my hand get out of line nigga we blicking and blowing
I got this stick in my hand get out of line nigga be dead by the morning
To keep this shit
[Intro]
In New York (it's comin)
In Detroit (it's comin)
In L.A. (it's comin
No, it's here)
The Batterram
The Batterram
(Went through my
(Intro) Croixian massives, Saint Jhonian massives, Saint Thomian massives The little short man from Anna’s Retreat
(Verse) Meh grow up in the island
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
[Intro - Sleep]
Hey wassup Cube?
Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?
Smoke Antidope
Da feds right at da door
We gonna get some more
They at da door
We started real young from da trap house
Now we in a full house
Let
Y'all know that was the first black man in the White House
When there's nothing left in life
Need you to walk with me
Know that I'm a sinner
So please come set me free
Mama all lights are out
Surrounded by fears
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